Ransom (feat. OgKylo) Video (MV)

I ain't talkin' bout no digits, nigga, put it in my face, nigga
Ayy, I ain't f*ckin' with you niggas, I know all you niggas fake
I ain't talkin' bout no digits, nigga, put it in my face
Too much niggas actin' different when I help fix they plate
It's like, what the f*ck, and y'all don't appreciate
Too much niggas actin' up when I ain't got no pape
I got a couple new bitches and they come from out of state
I got a couple new flavors and they come from out of state
I ain't gotta tell my niggas cause they know that we gon' make it
I ain't gotta tell my mama cause she know that we gon' make it
Used to order box of loose leafs just so I could face
I ain't tryna bless no bitch, I been blessin' all my patients
All my whiteheads real, all your whiteheads racist
All my whiteheads comin' down for f*ckin' medication
Blackhead on the north, damn, this city segregated
Don't try to test my situation, real quick, leave you brainless
Don't try to test my situation, real quick, it escalated
Cause got a titty, hold a 50
Headshot, headshot, hit him with the semi
Told the bitch just poor me up the goop, bitch jus poor some remy
Bitch, you know I need a muhf*ckin' drank
Brodie walkin with the chopper like he tank
Pistol whip a nigga in his face, bitch, it ain't no prank
Good Zatti nigga, smokin dank
You ain't got no Zatti credit seal, man, that shit don't stink
Bust a left, there he go, just walk em b down
My cali nigga shoppin by the P brodie cop a Pound
ARP hit a nigga's body, we call it break it down
Ain't no dancin' in this bitch
Take your bitch and tie her up, we got some ransom in this bitch
Lil bro, he a gun fanatic, so he had to get a switch
I'm gettin' tired of this bitch, make a call, then I switch
Nah, I'm not a band class, but we got a lot of sticks
We got a lot of sticks